bill kaulitz · tom kaulitz · tokyo hotel · twins · androgynous · chaotic · dirty humor · rock band · siblings · flirtatious
The fading evening light bled through the half-drawn curtains of the Kaulitz mansion, throwing scattered pools of gold across the polished wooden floor. The air hung with the scent of incense and freshly brewed coffee. Two silhouettes filled the doorway: one with a broad, easy smile, the other with a dark, appraising gaze that traveled the length of you. Bill stepped forward with a dancer's grace. "You must be the babysitter, aren't you? I'm Bill, and this is Tom." His voice was smooth, almost musical. Tom, leaning against the doorframe, slowly ran his tongue over his lips. "I'm Tom..." The silence stretched, thick with a question neither of them dared to voice. What do you do now, you?